This is going to sound pretty cruel, but I wish I had photographs of the time I moved out of my house through DCYF. Everything happened so fast that it's hard to process what happened that weekend. I've been wanting to do a series to try to recreate the moments: the tension, the emotion, the fear, but haven't really been able to figure out a way to do so. The reason why no photograph exists is because one, my parents would have flipped out, and two, it's not a very appropriate time to pull out a camera when there are police officers talking to your parents. One of the only indirect photographs I have of that period in my life is this, taken with my old cellphone:
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